Falling for Cancer girl

Falling for Cancer girl

Janis Ross

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Emily has her whole life ahead of her. She loved who she was and wouldn't trade her life for another until one day she gets the news no one ever wants to hear. The doctor's mention cancer and from that day on her life changes forever....

Falling for Cancer girl Chapter 1 The "C" word

Chapter 1

Emily's pov

I hurried out of the doctor's office and got back to school. I just couldn't deal with this. It just wasn't true there was no way in hell I had cancer. I did everything right. I never got in any trouble. No, that woman was wrong. Maybe if I just ignored it then it would all just go away.

I hurried into class and set down. Great I forgot this was the class I had with the notorious bad boy Zane. Dang he looked really good today. Yea I know how cliché the good girl think's the bad boy is super-hot. I looked over at him to notice that he was looking at me what the hell is that all about. I stopped looking at him and started paying attention to what the teacher was saying.

"Ok class this year I will be pairing you up into groups of two and you will be working with that person all year long so just deal with it since your grade depends on it. When I call your names please go over to your partner."

I heard her go through a long list of names wondering who I would be stuck with. Then I heard her call out Zane's name I wonder who the poor unfortunate person was getting stuck with the bad boy. I looked up to see him standing right in front of me.

"Um what do you want?"

"Didn't you hear the teacher? You're my partner."

"No, I didn't. Um ok."

I could not deal with being this close to the bad boy every day along with everything else I had going on. There was just no way in hell.

"So, I guess we should get started with this questioner about each other."

"Yea we should where do you want to set?"

"In the back over there is fine."

I should have known the bad ones always wanted to set in the back for some reason. The last thing I wanted to do was tell Zane anything about me or my life, but I guess I had no choice. We finished the questioner and surprisingly it wasn't so bad. I now knew his favorite color, food, and what he wanted out of life.

I was kind of shocked to hear he wanted to be a doctor. I never thought he cared about anything. I looked into his deep brown eyes and he smiled at me. Wait what? The sexy bad boy actually smiled at me. What the hell was going on? Maybe the cancer has gotten to my brain already.

I really needed to go home and talk to someone about this maybe get a second opinion. I just don't want anyone to make a fuss about all of this. I defiantly didn't want any one at school to get word of this it would spread like wildfire, and I couldn't handle the pity in everyone's eyes.

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